I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
To be rich, to be famous? do these profit a year hence, when other names sound louder than yours, when you lie… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Cheers to the teenage years: Hanging out, making out, sneaking out, freaking out, whatever happens, happens. No regrets! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I remember running around the locker room as a kid, just following my dad around. It was definitely a unique experience not… — Matthew Slater Copy Share Image
Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
[in the sleeve notes for The Beach Boys 1964 album, "All Summer Long"] They say I live a fast life. Maybe I… — Dennis Wilson Copy Share Image
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
If you can look back on who you were and be happy that you made all the right decisions through life and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I wish life was a remote. Play the easy times. Pause the good times. Fast forward the bullshit. Rewind the memories. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
It appears to me that the subject of music, from Machaut to Boulez, has always been its construction. Melodies of 12-tone rows… — Morton Feldman Copy Share Image
To an artist, a picture is both a sum of ideas and a blurry memory of 'pushing paint,' breathing fumes, dripping oils… — James Elkins Copy Share Image
For the first time in living memory, the whole class of graduates faces a future of crushing debt, and a high probability,… — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
We are all dangling in mid-process between what already happened (which is just a memory) and what might happen (which is just… — Sylvia Boorstein Copy Share Image
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. — Thomas Browne Copy Share Image
The snag in being married to a person who knows more or less everything is that one gets hopelessly lazy. ... I… — Alice Thomas Ellis Copy Share Image
Matthew: Shall I remind you of some of the choicest remarks you made about me when I arrived here? Because they live… — Jessica Fellowes Copy Share Image
Memories of the last nine years have turned Ground Zero from a site of horror, to a reminder of grief, to an… — John Podhoretz Copy Share Image
Where would dictators be without our compliant amnesia? Make the collective lose its memory, you can conceal anything. — Charles Stross Copy Share Image
For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
It is true that one of the first acts of tyrants is to erase history, to wipe out the recorded memory of… — Rene Balcer Copy Share Image
Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day.… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I am so excited to let fans in on how important my relationship with my family is to me. I hope to… — Miley Cyrus Copy Share Image
Childhood is less clear to me than to many people: when it ended I turned my face away from it for no… — Lillian Hellman Copy Share Image
“It was a mess, but it was a happy, cozy mess. A mess of lovely, largely happy memories. I felt lucky to… — Eve O. Schaub Copy Share Image
“The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my… — Anmol Rawat Copy Share Image
Human memory, they say, is like a coat closet: The most enduring outcome of a formal education is that it creates rows… — Ursula Goodenough Copy Share Image
“It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.” — Michelle Madow Copy Share Image
“The future was becoming past, everything vanished into the void, and reaching back to grasp for something, one came out clutching -… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“It's very peaceful. Like perhaps the life of a ghost. Carefree and without worry. I naturally let the wind take me forwards… — Inio Asano Copy Share Image
Most of my memories are of softball games in Falls Church with my sister, yard sales across town on the weekends with… — Christina Tosi Copy Share Image
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury… — Emilie Autumn Copy Share Image
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“I had a lot of those memories clicking before me like projector slides in the dark. Lots of pictures, smells and sounds… — Rita Williams-Garcia Copy Share Image
Trying to forget about something will never make it go away. It will always be there when you try to push it… — Catalina Fazio Copy Share Image
I, however, like black. It is a color that makes me comfortable and the color with which I have the most experience.… — James Frey Copy Share Image